AN: I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys like it too. If not, be sure not to let me know how much you hated it. (T_T)

Next, the answer to last week's puzzle was '59 minutes.' Congrats to TheWritingReader for being the first to answer correctly. Enjoy your cookie and your acknowledgment.

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And now for this week's puzzle.

Puzzle: Who's buried in Grant's tomb?

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft. If I did, Ender Pearls wouldn't damage you when used.

Chapter 13

Vehemence

[Cobb]

After deciding to stick together, we walked for about five minutes, which, judging by the position of the sun, was the equivalent of six or seven hours.

In that time, I had a rough estimation of the length of time a Minecraftia day lasted. About twenty minutes.

My normalcy sense is telling me that the closer a planet is to the sun, the shorter the days last. But if a day only lasts twenty minutes, then Minecraftia must be super close to the sun. Wouldn't we all be burned to a crisp if that were the case? The more I think about time here, the more my brain hurts!

Suddenly, Helena's achievement of waiting for 500 years didn't sound as impressive. The equivalent for that time would be about…where's a calculator when I need one?

Also, what's a calculator?

Let's see, a year is 365 days…each day is 20 minutes long…so 7,300 minutes is a year.

And for 500 years that would be…Ugh too much math!

Maybe I should multiply differently.

20 minutes multiplied by 500 years is 10,000 minutes/day/year. Then multiply by 365 days/year and I'm left with…

3,650,000 minutes is 500 years.

That's not much.

Man, I'm good at math!

And then there's people spawning into existence. About a billion Crafters had to come through that Origin Zone. That's too great a number for a Crafter to spawn once every few seconds.

They would have to spawn in groups of hundreds. Why didn't I ask Helena this when I had the chance?

Oh, yeah. Because it involved long-ass multiplication.

Hmm…maybe Floyd spawned in a group.

"Hey, Flo—"

"This looks like a safe spot." The blue-nette interjected as he withdrew some gravel and placed them on the ground. "Place your gravel down and take out a shovel."

"Uh…why?" I questioned with a raised brow as I took out my gravel.

"Cause we need more flints." He stated simply.

"But if we both have a flint and steel, why are we trying to mine more flints?" I asked as I set my last piece of gravel down.

"Because flints are useful for other things." Floyd took out his shovel and began mining the gravel. Once he mined it all, he replaced the blocks he picked up. I mimicked his actions.

Not every gravel held a flint inside. It was more like a game of chance. Sometimes I got two gravel in a row, other times I dug the same blocks several times before getting a single flint. Eventually, we converted all of our gravel into flints.

"Good. Now if we combine flints with sticks and feathers we get—"

"A feather duster!" I finished with a confident smile.

"Try arrows." Floyd finished as he withdrew his sword and skulked through the forest.

"Oh, yeah. I was just…kidding." I muttered dejectedly. I was about to join Floyd in his prowling when I heard a noise behind me.

*MOO*

Upon hearing that sound, I relaxed myself and felt the fear and danger ebb away. Even though I was in the middle of a forest with cultists and Mobs looking to kill me, that one sound calmed me.

On instinct or normal sense, I knew that whatever made that sound was peaceful. And as I turned around to verify, I was pleased to note my assumption was right.

It was a lone cow.

Peacefully grazing beside some flowers.

It noticed me and turned its head, unsure of whether I was a threat or not. Ready to flee with all the whirling speed of…a cow.

Wonder if I can get some beef from it.

My mouth watered as I slowly slid my hand to my backpack to withdraw my sword.

*moo*

I let out a gasp as a second animal hobbled into the clearing. It was a younger cow. A calf.

The calf nestled itself beside the cow and I wondered if the two were parent and child. With the exception of bunnies and bats, these were the first animals I had seen. And age was clearly visible between the two.

If Mobs spawn from darkness, maybe these animals spawn from…light.

I stopped reaching for my sword and began to move toward the bovine duo. They looked startled at first, but upon seeing no weapons on me, they visibly relaxed. The calf even stumbled to meet me half-way.

When I was close enough, I began to pet its back. The calf lowed in content as it fixed its cute little eyes on mine.

*TWANG*

Then, an arrow nailed it in the neck, killing it instantly.

I flinched when the arrow hit. Then I just gazed in horror at the spot where the cute calf had been just a second ago.

"Oh my God…" I wretched out in disgust. Even as Floyd was shooting the parent cow with a flurry of arrows.

"OH MY GOD!" I closed my eyes to avoid the sight of the dying parent cow.

…

"Found some feathers and I made some arrows." Came Floyd's chipper voice from beside me.

My eyes flew open to regard the Crafter in front of me who sheathed his bow in his belt.

Floyd: The killer of innocence.

"Why did you kill them? They didn't attack us or anything!" Floyd recoiled at my outburst before adopting a confused look.

"They were animals. They drop meat. Y'know, for food." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought you of all people would appreciate fresh meat." He ended his statement by holding up the hunk of beef he collected from the cows.

"Yeah, but there was a little baby cow and you just…shot it! Innocence lost Floyd!" I argued using every fiber of my being to focus on Floyd and not the beef.

"I didn't get any meat from it anyway. So I'm the victim here."

"No, the victim is the dead calf and cow. You even murdered him in front of his parent! That's messed up!" I protested.

"Him? Him? Listen to yourself, Cobb!" Floyd shouted with his face rising in color. "It was an animal. It needed to die so that we could get food. Food that we need to survive. You think that rabbit stew of yours didn't need a rabbit to die to make it?"

"That's not the point. The calf was innocent!" I stood my ground, even as Floyd's increasing anger was threatening to undo all the hard work I had done to earn his trust. "Maybe the reason you didn't get anything from him is because he was too young!"

"We don't have the time to wait until it matures."

"There are plenty of animals out here." I gestured to the forest. "Only kill adult animals. We should leave the younger ones alone."

"Ugh…" Floyd turned his back on me and kicked a tree in frustration.

Guess that's the closest I can get to an agreement.

"Thanks for listening." I calmed down as I took out one of my signs and placed it where the two cows died.

Here lies two dead cows. May they rest in peace.

"Really? A grave?"

"It's not much, but they deserve—"

"Look, I won't kill anymore 'animal babies,'" Floyd used air quotes when stressing that term, even though I was confident he didn't even know what air quotes were, "but if you're gonna make a grave for every dead thing in Minecraftia, then you're not gonna last."

"Well, I gotta do something with all these signs." My Inventory had a lot of junk I never used. The problem was, after all the events and obstacles I faced the past few days, I wasn't sure which items were useful or just garbage.

Wait, I wanted to ask Floyd something.

"Floyd, when you spawned into existence, did you—"

"Let me stop you right there." He interrupted with a raised finger. "I don't want to talk about my back-story. Ever. So don't ask again."

I sighed. And we're back to another brick wall. Maybe I should elaborate. "It's not a personal question. When I spawned, I was alone. But if a billion Crafters spawned in a span of 500 years, some of them would have to have spawned in groups. Did that happen to you?"

Floyd adopted a thoughtful expression as he considered his answer. "I spawned in a group. A small group."

"How many." I pressed on.

"…three."

"Alright, thanks that's all I wanted to kn—" I stopped as I looked ahead.

A few hundred feet away was a pig.

An adult pig.

It's fair game.

[Floyd]

"Cobb? You there?" I waved my hand in front of his face as he stared ahead. I followed his gaze and noticed what he was staring at.

It was a pig.

An adult pig.

I reached for my bow, but Cobb had already run towards it.

I sighed at his antics as I followed him. He was unpredictable. Resourceful at the best of times and stupid at the worst of times. Held qualms about killing baby animals, but had no issues with adult animals. Values food more than the tools needed to secure it.

I just know I'm gonna regret teaming up with this guy.

As I got closer to the pig and Cobb, I felt unease. But I wasn't immediately sure why.

It became clear when I observed the pig more closely.

Before I reached Miner's Warren, I had hunted my fair share of animals. Some adults, some babies. Not gonna tell Cobb that. But out of all the pigs I killed, I had never seen one with a saddle.

Or tied to a fence post.

Or with a name like 'Mr. Piggles.'

"Huh? I've never seen a pig in Minecraftia before." Cobb's voice sounded from beside the fence post. The pig in question was straining against the rope that tied it and was keeping away from Cobb. It was also making loud squeals and oinks like there was no tomorrow. "Are they always tied to posts?"

"None that I've seen." Something was bugging me about the pig, but I couldn't place it. "And what's with the saddle?"

"A while back, I read a book that said some Zombies spawn with armor and tools." Said Cobb as he readied his wooden sword. "Though, it was supposed to be rare. Maybe it's the same with pigs?"

"Perhaps…" I replied unsure. Still, something wasn't right with the situation.

I feel like I'm forgetting something. Why can't I think of it? That pig squealing over there isn't helping my thought process.

Mr. Piggles doubled his efforts to escape his bindings and stay away from Cobb who approached with his wooden sword raised.

"Well, food is food." Cobb shrugged as he prepared to finish the pig.

Wait a second! The name, the saddle, the rope, the post. Now I remember!

"Cobb, don't touch it!" I screamed halting his strike mid swing.

"What? Why?" He asked confused with his sword inches away from stabbing the terrified pig.

Mr. Piggles gazed hopefully at my interruption.

"I bet you didn't know this." I explained smugly, happy to provide useful information and experience. "But if you light an animal on fire, any meat it drops will be cooked to perfection."

"Really? That sounds awesome! Let me try that with my new flint and steel." Cobb called out happily and I couldn't help but chuckle at his cheerful expression.

It was the exact opposite of the horrified look that Mr. Piggles face now donned.

[Carys]

What a haul! I thought to myself as I carried a backpack brimming with Mob drops and precious ores. I was climbing out of the mine I had made. Most of the forest had been mined for resources by the millions of Crafters who came before and after.

But it seemed the Mobs kept the weak ones away, leaving all those resources for the strong to obtain. Namely, myself.

With the diamonds I found, I can finally repair my chest plate. No way am I gonna give up my Thorns enchantment!

With the lapis I found, I can enchant some new books. Today's the day I get the coveted Silk Touch. I just know it!

And with the gold I got, I can make golden carrots for night vision potions and then turn those into invisibility potions. Bet those cultists will be surprised when flaming arrows start pelting them from out of nowhere. I can't wait!

But, I better keep some spare carrots. After all, they're Mr. Piggles' favorite. I thought to myself as I exited the mine and withdrew my map. I hope he's holding up okay.

The past couple days were both rewarding and a waste of time. On one hand, rare ores, experience, and killing cultists were well worth the trip to the Origin Zone. Even after all these years, the Endward Cult still scours these woods.

On the other hand, the whole purpose of this trip was to locate potential allies. Every so often, a single Crafter in a crowd shines like a diamond in the rough. But all I'm seeing are cultists! Cowardly cultists.

"At least their heads will brighten up my home." I thought aloud as I took a left turn at a large boulder and guided myself past some bushes.

*~~~~AL*

A faint yelp met my ears. It sounded like it came from near the mountains. Right by where I tied Mr. Piggles—

"No." My blood froze.

My Swiftness Potion still in effect, I sprinted towards the squeals getting consistently louder. My previous thoughts about supplies and cultists were erased in my efforts to get to whatever was making that noise. But my mind was faster than even my swiftness as I could only imagine what was happening.

Calm down. It could be nothing.

*SQUEAL* *SQUEAL*

Okay, that's not nothing!

I followed the pained squeals through the forest, abandoning my map as a reference in my frantic haste. My measures to calm myself with consoling words were increasingly fruitless.

There are probably hundreds—no, thousands of pigs in this forest. It couldn't be Mr. Piggles. And…the saddle! What Crafter would target a tamed pig with a name and everything?

'Now Carys,' a devious voice interjected. 'You know the answer to that. You've made enemies of the Endward Cult. And you know how destructive Griefers can be. Minecraftia and its people are as ruthless as you.'

NO! They are NOT as ruthless as me! And if they harmed even one hair on Mr. Piggles' chinny-chin-chin, they will find out firsthand just how far apart our cruelties lie!

'Yes, they will…The Angel of Death's cruelty is as boundless as the night and as destructive as a charged creeper.'

Another pained squeal pierced the air around me. It was coming from some dense trees.

I burst through the underbrush just as the effects of my Swiftness Potion wore off. I raised my head and froze as my eyes locked onto the sight before me.

What I saw next would be forever burned into my memory.

Mr. Piggles, my precious, lovable, wittle angel, was being burned alive. His squeals of agony tore at my insides. I could feel the strain of my heart synchronizing with the strained lead holding Mr. Piggles to that post.

And I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? I had dispatched countless Mobs and Crafters in the blink of an eye, but I couldn't cross thirty yards to put out my best friend!?

In his weakening struggles, Mr. Piggles took one last frantic look around before locking his gaze with mine. In his eyes, I saw all the happiness and adventures we shared. Riding into battle. Chasing down Crafters and cultists. Nursing each other in times of pain. Snuggling on the cold nights. Feeding him carrots that I grew specifically for him to enjoy.

All of that was reflected in his eyes. But there was another emotion that dominated his expression. It was fear. And betrayal.

Then, to my horror, he died. And I screamed.

Mr. Piggles, my lifelong friend and noble steed, was burnt to death right in front of me. I was so shocked that I had locked up. I panicked and now he was dead, leaving nothing but a cooked porkchop, a lead, and a saddle.

It wasn't until the porkchop was picked up that I noticed the ones responsible for this tragedy. My eyes zeroed in on the names of the two Crafters. One had shaggy brown hair, a black and white zip-up hoodie with a blue undershirt, navy blue jeans, and leather boots. The other had short sky-blue hair, a red turtleneck sweater, and jet black jeans.

The blue-haired one had already noticed me with a fearful expression, but the brown haired one—King_Cobb—he had the audacity to pick up the porkchop and devour it in front of me!

And his face! His happily content face as he ate my best friend! It made something inside me snap and with it my movement returned. All I saw was red.

I'll kill him.

Faster than lighting, I whipped out my strongest Power V bow and fired a shot to gouge out that stupid content face of his!

A modicum of satisfaction assuaged the roaring inferno of my fury as King_Cobb's face contorted in wild surprise and terror at the approaching arrow. But the next instant, my anger flared as his companion, Flawwed_Floyd, yanked him to the side just enough to dodge.

I'll rip them apart with my bare hands!

I downed a Strength II potion and felt my strong muscles surge with renewed vigor. I withdrew my Fire Aspect diamond blade and charged the two Crafters now fleeing towards Mt. Mur.

I will mount their heads on my wall!

[Cobb]

Okay, now I'm really missing the Origin Zone.

There was so much I took for granted there. No Mob attacks, a warm bed to sleep on, fresh carrots, almost-charming company.

And a lack of psycho killers screaming bloody murder.

"GET BACK HERE SO I CAN SHEATHE MY SWORD IN YOUR ABDOMEN!"

What!? But…I like my abdomen without swords in it! It's where I keep all my friendly life-sustaining organs!

Heart: I too enjoy not having swords in abdomens! Run faster!

Liver: And don't look back!

Don't tell me that!

Liver: Wha…why?

You don't tell someone running to not look back! That's like telling a guy afraid of heights to not look down. It only makes them want to look more! I argued as my attention was forcibly drawn to my pursuer.

Her name was Carys_Angel, but, honestly, her choosing that name for herself was a misnomer because she looked fucking terrifying! Armed to the teeth with spiky black hair and red eyes that burned like two hot flames. Dark red particles were swirling around her and she had a killing intent so strong it was threatening to make me wet my pants. And not in a good way.

In short, she looked pissed.

Brain: Cobb, this is your brain talking. I'm gonna use reverse psychology on you to return your attention towards the direction you're running towards. You know, so you don't crash into a tree or something.

Thanks, brain. You always have my back.

Brain: Don't mention it…now keep staring at Carys' smoldering eyes. Perhaps you can seduce her with your suave charm and end this conflict before it begins.

Wait, wha? I thought as I turned to look forward. Wow. That reverse psychowhatever really works.

"DON"T YOU LOOK AWAY FROM ME KING_COBB! I WANT TO SEE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I EVISCERATE YOU!" Carys hollered, steadily gaining on me and Floyd.

Heart: Charm her? I think we're pretty fucking far away from that option!

I began to cry in desperation as I noticed my Hunger bar slowly drain. It was just a lone pig! How could it have gone so wrong!?

Brain: Cuz the universe hates you I guess.

Stomach: I don't care what any of you say! That porkchop was well worth this current terror.

"Cobb! Just keep running towards the mountains!" Floyd shouted from beside me. I noticed he was beginning to pant.

"But, you said to go around—"

"I know what I said, but we can't outrun her the whole way round. Over the mountains is our only option!" He interrupted as he withdrew a light blue splash potion from his belt. "Move in closer to me."

I complied as I looked upon the brew with a color that matched my ally's hair. I recalled that it was a Potion of Swiftness.

Floyd chucked the bottle ahead of us so it would shatter just as we crossed it. The effects were instantaneous. The exhaustion I felt moments ago was replaced with exhilaration. Every inch of my body touched by the potion's contents surged with a power I'd never experienced. The very wind seemed to course through my veins as I picked up speed!

So this is a Swiftness Potion. I thought to myself as I looked over to see the same invigorating effects take hold of Floyd. Electric blue particles began swirling around the both of us. I feel like I can outrun anyone!

So, I did.

Floyd and I weaved through oaks and rushed past meadows while Carys' shouts were growing fainter behind us. Once or twice a flaming arrow almost hit us, but we were too fast for them.

We had managed to put a good distance between us before we reached the base of Mt. Mur. There was no steady incline. Just steep rock face with small outcroppings here and there. Some with trees and grass.

We quickly began to ascend the mountain. We used whatever footholds we could find and if a particular cliff looked too hard to climb, I made my own footholds with ladders.

After climbing fifty feet, we heard a shout from below. Carys had reached the base with her bow drawn. Or one of them at least.

"YOU WON"T ESCAPE ME!" She screamed as she drew back her bow before firing three quick flaming shots.

"Gah!...H-hot! HOT HOT HOT!" I flailed as one of the arrows pierced my hoodie and set myself ablaze. I fumbled with the water bucket to put myself out while Floyd set up a barricade of cobblestone. "How is she firing flaming arrows!?"

"Don't know. Maybe they're coated with something to make them catch fire." Floyd pondered as he crept towards the corner of his barricade. "One way to find out."

Floyd then proceeded to imitate a meerkat as he poked his head up over the barricade only to sprawl back down an instant before flaming arrows assaulted the space where his head had been.

"Free arrows for…" He began before he noticed the embedded arrows weren't coming off the rock face. "Or not."

After dousing myself I risked a peek at Carys to see what she was up to. She placed the bow at her belt before withdrawing a blue sphere shaped item from her backpack. She held it high above her head and stared hard at a space a little higher up the mountain. It looked like she was getting ready to lob that thing at us.

Is that a grenade!?

"Okay, so she's got good gear." Stated Floyd as he peeked right beside me and tried to sound optimistic. "At least we have the high ground advantage."

Just then, she chucked the sphere towards us. We ducked as it sailed past our barricade and into the mountain.

Ha! Missed! I inwardly chuckled as I peered over the barricade…

Only to notice that Carys was gone.

Crap! Where'd she—

*SPLASH*

A glass bottle shattered against my back and in an instant, the exhilarating feeling of the Swiftness Potion was gone. I whirled around just in time to glimpse a purple boot nail me in the jaw.

I crashed into the barricade and struggled to regain my footing. Carys, however, had other plans as she planted a foot squarely on my chest, preventing me from getting up.

I didn't know how she had appeared behind us, but Floyd recovered enough to dodge the potion she threw. He still had his speed as he fired a volley of arrows at the ebony haired woman.

Keeping her foot in place, she easily dodged every arrow with simple head tilts and hip movements. I tried to unbalance her, but her unnatural strength was too much. All I achieved from my struggles was increased pressure from her boot, knocking the wind out of me.

Soon, Floyd was out of ammo. With nothing left to attack with, he swapped out his bow for his sword and lunged for Carys with superior speed.

Unbothered by his move, Carys raised her armored left arm to intercept the blow. As Floyd swung down and made contact with her armor, an abnormal glow erupted. With a loud crack, Floyd was blasted back, his broken wooden sword skittering alongside him.

No! I can't reach my sword. Time for Plan B. I thought to myself as I grabbed a handful of dirt blocks.

"Here's…dirt in your eyes!" I shouted as I chucked the dirt at Carys' face. She deadpanned as the blocks harmlessly bounced off her before joining her Inventory.

"Pathetic." Carys spat in disgust. "To lose Mr. Piggles to Crafters of such limited skill…" She pierced my terrified green eyes with her furious red ones. "There is no greater shame."

What is this woman's deal!? It was just a pig!

As she withdrew her bow once again I tried to gather enough breath to reason with her. Kind of hard when her boot was crushing my ribcage.

"Wait! Is the life of a pig really worth more to you than the lives of two human beings?" I questioned in an attempt to appeal to her humanity. That was all I had for Plan C.

Her killing intent flared at my question and she glared with twice the malice she mustered before. "Mr. Piggles was not just 'a pig.'" She spoke softly, but with a cold unmatched fury. "He was my best friend you SCUM! Worth more than a thousand human lives!"

She moved her boot to my throat and began to cut off my oxygen as she continued her tirade. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Floyd staggering to his feet.

"Hell, even a chicken would be worth more to me than both. Of. Your. Lives. Put. Together!" She punctuated every word with increasing pressure on my throat. My vision was beginning to blur and if I could see my face, I was certain it would be blue from asphyxiation.

Not good! Plan B and C were busts.

Not…enough…oxygen…Can't…form…coherent…thoughts…without…short…pauses!

Brain…status report!

Brain: Yeah, we're dead.

Lungs: *silence*

Just as I was about to pass out, Carys released her boot from my throat and repositioned it over my chest. I coughed and sputtered as sweet oxygen entered my lungs.

"Sorry, can't let you die too soon." She arranged her face in mock concern as she aimed her bow at Floyd's recovering body. I took the opportunity to reach for my flint and steel at my belt. "First, you get to see what a friend burnt alive looks like."

"Actually," Floyd spoke up as he hid a block behind his back. "I'd say we're more allies than friends."

"Close enough." Carys smirked as she fired a flaming arrow straight at Floyd's face.

With what little Swiftness he had left, Floyd withdrew the block from behind his back and placed it right in front of him, stopping the arrow in its tracks.

The block he used, was his last block of TNT. And much like the flint and steel, the flaming arrow was enough to light the fuse.

*ssssssssSSSS*

Carys didn't flinch in the least. "Oh please." She rolled her eyes at Floyd's last resort as I lit the block I was pinned on with my flint and steel. "You think a little TNT is gonna scare—"

As the block I was on was set ablaze, Carys broke off her insult and lifted her foot to avoid the flames that were burning me. Compared to getting choked, burning alive wasn't so bad.

It still really hurt though.

With no foot pinning me down, I rolled towards the charged TNT block just as it exploded. The explosion revealed a hollow drop leading down into the mountain. And while I wasn't exactly a fan of spooky holes leading down into the hearts of mountains, I was even less a fan of an enraged Carys_Angel.

So, with Floyd jumping in after me, we descended into the heart of Mt. Mur. Above us, Carys let out an enraged scream before leaping after us.

Inventory (Cobb): 1 Wooden Shovel, 1 Wooden Pickaxe, 1 Wooden Hoe, 1 Wooden Sword, 1 Wooden Axe, 1 Flint and Steel, 6 Cobblestone, 12 Flint, 5 Coal, 23 Torches, 1 Chest, 1 Stick, 31 Oak Wood Planks, 2 Wooden Pressure Plates, 1 Trapdoor, 1 Stone Slab, 3 Oak Doors, 1 Wooden Button, 1 Clock, 35 Dirt, 1 Sign, 1 Lead, 1 Saddle, 1 Water Bucket, 1 String, 1 Bone, 1 Bowl, 1 Leather Boots, 10 Rotten Flesh, 1 Emerald

Inventory (Floyd): 1 Wooden Shovel, 1 Wooden Pickaxe, 1 Iron Pickaxe, 1 Wooden Axe, 1 Bow, 1 Flint and Steel, 11 Cobblestone, 1 Furnace, 1 Crafting Table, 6 Sticks, 33 Oak Wood Planks, 1 Book, 1 Paper, 3 Flint, 5 Coal, 11 Dirt, 2 Gunpowder, 1 Raw Chicken, 2 Raw Beef, 2 Glass Bottles, 1 Potion of Healing II, 1 Potion of Regeneration, 1 Awkward Potion, 1 Head {Crawford}

AN: RIP Mr. Piggles.

Also funny story, when I thought up Carys' name, I didn't even realize it was an anagram for 'scary.' My mind surprises me with its subtlety.

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